i thought i won
i thought i seriously kicked your ***
i mean...
it was like
my adrenaline was pumping
my determination was like... there
the left hook
the right hook
the consistent consciousness
the combinations
staying alive
staying alert
sitting in that corner
still fighting you
with my mind
strategies
my corner saying
'you got that'
'you're ahead'
and then...
it happened
11:42 at night
the last round
i just couldn't fight anymore
resistance was futile
i felt like a punk
but
i just couldn't fight anymore
that one hit
that one fatal hit
that had me down for the count
and there was nothing left to do
but get up
dragging my feet
my head down
hands slack upon half numb arms
and take my *** to bed
cuz me
trying to fight sleep
when i know i got to get up in the a.m....
that's a losing battle.